Lush Curves 4: Overboard (A BBW Erotic Romance)

by Delilah Fawkes

  I squeezed his hand. “No. I don’t. Not until you explain it to me.”

  He sighed, and I knew I was forcing him to say what he didn’t want to, but I needed to hear it. I wanted as much of the truth as he would give me. I wasn’t taking any cryptic bullshit tonight.

  “I can’t give you my heart, lass,” he said. “I made a promise to someone. A long time ago.”

  “Are you with them now?” Dread coiled inside my chest like a serpent.

  “No… And I never will be again.”

  He looked down, suddenly intense, as if he just realized he was holding my hand, his thumb gently caressing my skin.

  “Gavin.”

  His eyes met mine again, dark with hidden pain.

  “I don’t know where this is going, okay? And I never asked for your heart. For now, though, if I can be with you, I want to be.” I slid my hands up his arms until both wrapped in his hair, laced behind his neck. “I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

  His brow furrowed, and for a moment, I thought he was going to push me away, but then the cloud of pain passed from behind his eyes, and they shone with a new hunger. He gripped my waist, pulling me tight against him, and I sighed in his arms. When his mouth met mine, it was softer than his usual rough kisses, but somehow even more urgent.

  His kisses were telling me something. Telling me that he needed something from me tonight. He needed my comfort. And even though I might hate myself in the morning, I knew I was going to give it to him. Because I needed it, too. Needed him.

  As much as I wanted to deny it, he had a hold on me, and even though I knew now he’d only break my heart, I wanted to be with him as long as it lasted.

  After all, you only live once.

  Maybe I was a fool, but at least here, now, I was exactly where I wanted to be. In Gavin Fletcher’s arms.

  He cupped my face, his mouth gentle on mine, his tongue parting my lips like a sigh, smooth and hot and oh-so-tender. I whimpered into him, loving the feel of his day-old beard rasping against my skin, my nostrils filled with the spicy scent of his aftershave. I ran my hands through his hair, enjoying the sensual feel of his silken waves wrapped around my fingers.

  He pulled back and looked at me, his hands now in my hair as well, tilting my head up to him. His eyes were dark and shining with an odd mixture of what looked like longing and fear. He pressed a hot kiss to my forehead, and held me there for a moment, breathing me in.

  His intensity made me want to give him everything I had tonight. To make him feel blissfully good, letting go of his troubles for one unhindered night. To laugh. To cry, if need be. To feel how much I wanted him.

  I settled for running my hands over his hard chest until he groaned, his breath tickling my forehead.

  “Lord, Aolani… What you do to me…”

  I felt him rising against me, his erection pressing into my belly. I reached down and stroked him through his pants.

  “I want to make you feel good, Gavin,” I whispered.

  He stared down into my eyes again, but now the fear was gone, replaced by a hunger so deep it was almost frightening. I reached up and undid the top buttons of his shirt, before he captured my hand and kissed my palm hard, his tongue darting out and tasting me. I gasped, and he grinned wolfishly, before pulling his shirt roughly over his head.

  “I want to see you,” he growled.

  I reached behind my neck to undo the halter tie of my sundress, but he was already pulling it up from below, greedy to have me naked before him. I raised my arms and let him drag the fabric off me, feeling my nipples pucker as they hit the air. I shook the hair out of my eyes and screeched as I felt him ripping my panties down my legs, his hands shaking in their impatience to have me the way he wanted me.

  “God almighty,” he said, holding me at arm’s length and looking me over. “I will never get tired of this… So goddamn beautiful.”

  I felt his gaze like a caress, his eyes roaming the slopes of my breasts before traveling down my stomach to the swell of my hips, then finally down to my bare sex, already hot and aching for him.

  "You want to make me feel good?"

  I reached out for him, hesitantly touching the sculpted lines of his chest and abs.

  "Yes," I breathed.

  "Then let me explore you," he said. His voice was low and husky, his eyes so dark they looked almost black.

  I felt the color rising in my cheeks. What did that mean? Explore me? But I nodded, licking my lips, ready to please him--this beautiful man who wanted me as badly as I did him.

  He exhaled sharply. "Come to me."

  I fell into his strong arms, feeling his biceps tightening as he held me tight, pressing my breasts to his hard chest. Then, his lips grazed my neck, and I leaned to the side, giving him full access. His tongue tasted my skin, his breath hot and sensual in a way that made every nerve in my body crackle. He moaned against me.

  His lips caressed my ear, nibbling, then sucking gently. I let out a gasp, my skin on fire from that small touch. His tongue traced the lines of my ear before I felt the rasp of his teeth on my delicate earlobe. My nails dug into his shoulder, the sensation sending ripples of white-hot sensation straight down to my core.

  I squeezed my legs together, feeling the pulse between them as he groaned softly against me. His cock jumped in his pants, and I reached for it again, tracing his hard outline through the fabric. God, but I wanted to drop to my knees and taste him, but he held me tight.

  “Uh uh, lass,” he whispered. “You’re mine tonight. I’ll do as I please with you.” His hand came down on my backside, and I squealed. “And you’ll do as you’re told.”

  He pushed me back, holding me steady in strong arms. “Now, hold still. If you move or pull away, I’m going to redden that sexy arse of yours.”

  I chewed my lip, my eyes hooded with lust and anticipation. All I could do was nod. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I had no words. Not when he had taken control. Not when he was looking at me like that. Gavin Fletcher could have whatever he wanted from me, whenever he wanted it.

  Tonight, I was his.

  “Good girl,” he growled.

  He moved closer, and leaned down. I let him hold me up as his lips grazed my collarbone, my knees threatening to buckle from his soft kisses. He wrapped one hand in my silky hair, pulling it tight, making me tilt my head—to give him total access to my sensitive skin. He kissed his way up the side of my neck, then down to the hollow of my throat, his tongue teasing me in a way that was almost primal, like he was marking me as his own.

  Heat coiled inside of me, and I wondered if it was possible to cum just from a man wanting you this much. My arms encircled the corded muscles of his back, holding him hesitantly, like one would hold a wild animal about to devour them.

  His mouth moved downward over my body, seeking my pleasure as his own. He kissed down my chest until he was between my breasts, then licked, groaning against me as my body held him, cushioning him. His hand left my hair and moved to cup me, guiding one heavy breast to his lips.

  I cried out above him, but tried not to move, to keep my promise, even as his teeth rasped across my nipple, already so stiff with arousal it was almost painful. His arm tightened around my small waist, keeping me upright as he had his way with me, suckling softly at first, then harder and harder, as if he was trying to drink me in. The pull of him on my sensitive tip was almost too much to bear—too sweet, with an edge of pain that made me want to shatter in his arms.

  He growled against me, as if hungrier for me than ever, and captured my other breast, switching arms and gripping me tighter, his short fingernails raking me in his eagerness. He drew on me again and again, his tongue lashing me, making me moan, as I tried hard not to squirm against him, not to yell “too much!” and push him away, even as he brought me to ecstasy.

  I was never good at giving up control, of putting aside all of my insecurities and giving myself over to pleasure. But with this man, I couldn’t do anything else. I was prisoner t
o his desires, as well as my own. And damn did I desire this.

  When he began trailing kisses down the gentle slope of my belly, I closed my eyes, my body trembling with eagerness, willing him to go all the way down. He spread my lower lips apart, testing my wetness with sure fingers. I moaned softly, holding myself still even as he urged my thighs further apart.

  “So wet,” he said, his breath tickling my sensitive folds. “God, Aolani…”

  And then his tongue met my most intimate space, caressing me with a gentleness that burned like fire, coaxing me with tiny licks toward falling completely apart. He dipped a finger inside of me, probing, teasing, his lips and tongue continuing their total exploration, making the tension inside of my core almost unbearable—a fire I longed to let consume me.

  “Don’t you dare cum yet,” he demanded. “I want to bury myself inside you before you cum. I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”

  I shivered at his words, more turned on than ever by the way he was taking charge. He stood again and kissed me hard, claiming my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips. When he pushed me back onto the bed, I didn’t resist, but couldn’t help but screech when he flipped me over onto my knees and pressed my face into the pillows.

  “Let me see that gorgeous arse of yours,” he growled.

  I gasped into the bedclothes as I felt his hands spread me apart. What was he doing? Did he seriously want to see me like this? I balled my hands into fists, trying hard not to let my insecurity win out—to stay true to my promise and let him explore my body as he pleased.

  “God, you’re sexy.”

  He massaged my ass, kneading my cheeks, before spreading them apart again. I craned my neck and saw him looking at my pucker and the delicate pink folds beneath with something like awe in his eyes. He ran a thumb over me, caressing my tight ring. I groaned at the sensation—so soft, yet so electric.

  “Has anyone ever had you here, lass?”

  Gavin rubbed me again, circling me lazily as I tried not to squirm. It felt almost like a tickle, but the nerves there were so much more sensitive than anything I’d felt before.

  “No,” I breathed.

  My body was alert, my mind foggy with need. What was he going to do to me?

  He groaned at my reply and leaned down. I rested my cheek on the pillow, but had to bite back a scream as I felt his tongue slide over my cheeks and into that private hollow. I heard Gavin moan again, his hands firm on my ass as he tasted me, first in long strokes, then circling, laving me again and again.

  “You’re amazing,” he said, leaning up again. “God, you’re something else, aren’t you?”

  His fingers caressed me again, but then I felt one probing me, pushing at my entrance. I wanted to tense up, but the way he rubbed my cheeks before gently stroking my lower back made me melt like butter. His finger slipped past my tight ring of muscle, and I cried out. There was a small stinging sensation, but then, as I grew used to the feeling, it developed into something delicious, every nerve ending firing as I felt him in this whole new way.

  He began to move, pushing and pulling his finger slowly, in and out of me, his thumb caressing my ass, his warm hand running over my back, soothing me.

  “Does that feel good?”

  I licked my lips, letting out a soft groan as he moved inside of me. “Yes…”

  “Do you want me to keep going?”

  The hesitation in his voice sent a wave of emotion through me. This man was so wild, so raw, yet so careful to make sure my needs were met. He was a beast, but also one of the most amazing men I’d ever met. He was wildness and control—fire and stone.

  “Mm hmm.” It was all I could articulate, my body feeling like Jell-O under his ministrations.

  He let out a sharp hiss of breath, then leaned over to his bedside table, removing a small bottle of lube. He withdrew his finger from me, and I made a noise of protest, wanting more. I gasped as he touched my entrance again, now with two fingers, slick and cool with gel. He slipped inside of me, and I held my breath, my body aching at the invasion, but eager to experience more.

  “Relax, lass. Let me in.”

  I released my breath, and felt my body accepting him, my muscles warming and softening as he began to move. He moved gently, twisting his fingers inside of me in a way that made me arch my feet against the bed sheets, the sensation so different from him inside my pussy, but so intense, so tingling, I almost couldn’t stand it. I needed him inside of me. All of him. All that he would give me.

  “Please…” I begged, my face against the pillow. “Please, Gavin!”

  There was a dark chuckle above me, but then his fingers stopped and pulled out with a feeling that sent a shiver up my spine. I heard his zipper lower, the riiiip of parting metal teeth exciting me more than I could say.

  Then, he was pressing into me, his tip cool and slick, but so big against my virgin ass, I suddenly felt a stab of fear. I whimpered, clutching the sheets, but relaxed against him when I heard his gentle “shhh,” and felt his hands caressing my hips, urging me to open to him. To let him inside.

  I cried out when the head slipped all the way in, seating inside of me, my body squeezing around him, so full I felt like I might burst, but knowing I wouldn’t. I was made for him, and him for me. I would take him inside of me, and let him love me.

  A moment of pain melted sensually into pleasure as he waited, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation. When I moaned into the sheets, he began to move, so slowly it was torturous, the friction of his cock pushing into my tight body agonizing in its pleasure. He made a strangled noise behind me, like it took all of his strength to hold himself back.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted. “So goddamn tight.”

  He pulled out slowly until just the tip remained, but I could tell his control was waning.

  “Fuck me, Gavin,” I said, reaching back to touch his hip. “Please.”

  I felt him shudder as he pushed back inside of me, then slammed home inside of me. I screamed at the feeling—stuffed full of this beautiful man’s cock, sharing something with him that was ours alone. My clit throbbed against the bed, my core begging for release. I whimpered and tried to slide my hand between my legs. Gavin grabbed my wrist.

  “I’m the one who will make you cum, lass, remember? You’re mine… Every part of you.” He pulled out and thrust back into me, making me cry out. “All of you.” He began fucking me harder, then, the feel of him moving in and out past that tight circle of my ass making me squirm beneath him, writhing in wanton pleasure. “Even this.”

  He kneaded my curves, his strong hands bruising my skin as he pistoned in and out of me. My nipples dragged over the sheets with each motion, the peaks so sensitive it was a struggle not to come apart until he wanted me to. I wanted to cum with him. To please him any way I could. To let him know I was his.

  His arm circled my waist as he drove into me, and when I felt his thumb brush over my sex, I pressed my lips together and fought against the tide rising inside of me, that fierce, persistent hum building quickly to a crescendo.

  ***

  Gavin

  Being buried inside Aolani is a feeling that is simple indescribable. But being in control—having her submit to me, let me touch her in ways she’d never been touched—that is simply fucking amazing.

  I flicked her clit, urging her on, even while I knew she must be dying, waiting to cum. Her body was shaking, her beautiful arse squeezing around me, her tiny hands scraping at the sheets, her mouth open in a seductive O; her eyes shut, dark lashes spilling over her cheeks like a goddess.

  I was so close, I didn’t know if I could last much longer if I wanted to. If I thought being in her pussy was heavenly, I don’t know what this was. I was somewhere in outer space, above even the angels.

  I ran my hand over her round hip until I gripped her small waist, thrusting into her again and again. My balls began to tighten, my cock twitching inside of her. The hot, tight ring sliding over my length was too g
ood—too good entirely. I was done, captured, completely hers--just as she’d given herself to me, I, too, was her slave.

  I rubbed her faster, needing her to reach her peak. Excited to come together, to fall with one another, to experience the joyous weightlessness of orgasm, held together in rapture. I leaned over and bit her shoulder, then whispered in her ear.

  “Come for me, lass. Come for me now.”

  She opened her eyes and looked back at me, and I gasped as she smiled, her face lighting up brighter than the sun. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut again, her mouth opening wide, as a gasp exploded out, turning rapidly into a scream. Her ass gripped me like a vice, and I slammed into her one last time, shooting my hot cum inside of her again and again, my abs tightening as I grunted, my pleasure coming down on me like a hammer fall.

  She reached back, grabbing for my hand, and I gave it to her, holding her tight as we came together, her body contracting, milking me, mine shuddering with the last gasp of our mutual pleasure.

  When she was finally still, her breath coming more slowly, her panting stopped, I leaned down, putting my weight partially on top of her, wanting to cover her sweet body with mine, if just for a moment. We were still connected, my stiffness hidden deep inside of her, my balls empty and satisfaction falling over me like a blanket.

  When I rolled to my side, she snuggled back against me, not wanting to break our connection. I pulled her tight to me, loving the way her breasts spilled over my hand holding her to me, their pillowy weight a comfort.

  An increasingly familiar emotion filled me as I lay there, my nostrils filled with the coconut and jasmine scent Aolani’s hair, one that made my heart squeeze in my chest each time I caught it. This woman did things to me that no one ever had. Not only was she beautiful and so sexy it boggled the mind, but she was so intelligent, so driven, so easy to be with, like we were made for one another’s company…